The House of Whispering Pages
Chapter One Oakhaven smelled like wet wood and forgotten things. It was a plantation house built in 1848, perched on a bluff above the Bayou Teche like a crow sitting on a branch. The wood was gray and warped. The ironwork was rusted into shapes that might have been flowers if you squinted. The roof sagged in the middle like a tired back. The Beauregard family had lived here for six...
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